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Weeks like this one are what make Ten truly question why he ever moved to Korea. If he knew that he would end up being yelled at by a shitty boss and side eyed by judgey coworkers at a shitty dead end job instead of a famous kpop idol he would still be in Thailand right now.
Thank fuck for alcohol, otherwise he wasn’t sure how he would have pulled it together enough to get through every horrible day.
He had already had a couple drinks back at his apartment as soon as he got back from work, but ran out fast. That's how he had ended up out walking down the street on a friday evening looking for a good place to wash away a week's worth of misery.
He wasn’t the only one with the idea either. There were an endless amount of weary working class Koreans who had just as much pent up despair as him milling about the Seoul streets. People looking to drink drink drink until they can’t remember to be frustrated anymore.
He pushed himself into the first place that looked like it served alcohol and immediately got to business. It didn’t take long for him to get a drink and another and another until eventually he stopped counting.
When Ten had drunk enough for his mind to be mushy and disoriented he felt a hand firmly grab his shoulder. As he spun around to face the person he felt another hand wrap around the hand he was holding his drink with and taking it from him. The sudden movement made his intoxicated mind dizzy and he bent over and screwed his eyes shut, unable to confront whoever took his drink from him.
His eyes opened again to the sight of an intimidatingly tall man towering over him, holding his half empty drink with one hand and still grabbing his shoulder with the other. Immediately Ten stood up to face the man and retake his drink, but he stood up too fast and was once again disoriented and dizzy. Before he had time to get himself together and demand the man give his beverage back and leave him alone, the mystery man asked him a question.
“Are you a foreigner?”
The question was blunt, unexpected, and felt almost rude. It took Ten a second before he responded to the inquiry.
“Yes, but that's none of your business anyways. Now give me that back and leave me alone!” He sharply snapped out in response before quickly reaching out and snatching back his drink.
Even as he sat back down and moved to ignore him, the unnerving man refused to move an inch. He towered over where Ten sat and he could feel the eyes boring down on him. After a couple minutes with no signs of movement he chugged the rest of his drink and paid in a rush to leave the awful situation he had found himself stuck in.
It only took a small period of speed walking for him to start feeling dizzy and nauseous to an extent he had yet to feel all night. After a few steps further his head began to ache so badly that he stopped walking all together and stumbled into the closest wall and leaned into it for support.
When Ten looked around, everything looked blurry to the point where he had a hard time telling what was exactly in front of him. He pulled himself back together and tried to keep going regardless, stumbling over his own feet down a dark street with the world around feeling like TV static to his tired eyes.
Nothing felt right in him. Everything ached, every step a near miss from collapsing to the ground. His whole body throbbed in pain with every step like his skin was one big exposed nerve. It was all so much that he was barely aware of anything around or in front of him. All of his focus was put into staying up on his two feet and putting one foot in front of the other, even if he couldn’t remember where he was going anymore.
So then when a set of arms grabbed his waist from behind then, he was completely unprepared. By the time he had registered the new presence he had already been slung over a broad shoulder and was being transported away. His weak struggle was so insignificant that his captor didn't even react.
His head felt like it had melted into a sticky fog, an empty tingle in his skull. Thoughts flew about so fast he had no time to piece them together. His whole face stung with the same tingle from his head. It made his lips feel oddly sensitive despite the dull throb going through the rest of his face.
The brain numbing feeling began to crawl down his neck to the rest of his torso. His limbs began feeling heavy and limp, just moving a finger was so exhausting that he felt like he just ran a marathon. Eventually the world around him started to fade, and he surrendered his fate to whoever had taken him.
The first thing that Ten registered when he woke up was the well used carpeted floor. After a few seconds of trying and failing to sit up the next thing he saw was his own smooth limbless torso.
He looked down in shock at the smooth shiny stumps where he had previously had his legs. They were so short that he barely even had anything left to wiggle about, certainly not longer than a couple inches. When he moved to try and touch the horrible useless little stubs he was now stuck with, to confirm it as reality and not just some bizarre alcohol induced nightmare, he was reminded of the vast plains of empty space where his arms used to be.
There wasn’t even a set of stubs left, just a smooth empty torso where his arms used to be. Each stub was left shiny and fake looking with not even a single scar, as if he had never had anything there to begin with.
At this bizarre nightmarish sight Ten finally opened his mouth to scream for someone, anyone, to help him or even just confirm that he was still real and alive instead of in some sort of sick purgatory. Nothing came out. It hit him after a few minutes of straining and focusing that his mouth had never actually opened in the first place. His lips had never moved an inch from the slight pucker he woke up with and wouldn’t budge an inch no matter how hard he strained. Nothing on his face would budge, the only thing he could still manage to do was blink.
With no energy left to struggle he lay there on the dingy basement floor, completely helpless with no limbs to move and not even enough strength left to so much as shift a muscle, and what felt like hours passed.
Eventually after what felt like an eternity of lying helplessly on the ground he heard a slow faint noise. As it grew louder and louder it became clear that the sound was footsteps approaching closer and closer. He strained his eyes to try and see anything, but was still taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of a figure in front of him.
The tall figure loomed over him, eyes dragging up and down his body with an expression fitting a disgusting pervert appraising his victim. It finally came to Ten's foggy disjointed thoughts after a few seconds of staring that the man standing over him was the same one from the last night who had asked if he was foreign.
There was no more time for him to dwell on it though, because the man had already bent over and grabbed Ten's helpless prone body and roughly swung him over a broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He got a good view of the ground as he was hauled through a house, through hallways and up a set of stairs until they were in a bathroom.
He was sat down on a counter in front of a massive mirror, still being held by the man who stood right behind him, holding him up in his sitting position. The hands were around his waist and groping his ass with tight squeezes and harsh slaps.
Looking into the mirror was where the real shock came, not because of his captors appearance, but Ten's own very reflection.
His skin all over his body looked the same smooth and fake looking texture as his stubs, even where his dick was supposed to be there was just more smooth empty skin. His penis was just gone, and not even replaced with anything, just smooth skin like where his limbs used to be.
His face was even worse somehow, stuck in an unmoving sultry gaze reminiscent of those that he had seen worn by sex dolls being sold on sex shops online. His whole body looked like an object that could be bought in a sex shop, an uncanny replication of a human.
The sight was so awful that he could barely process it, so horrible that it didn't feel real. The only thing separating him from an empty hunk of silicon was the slow blinks of his eyes. Even then his stare was vacant and empty as if he had been lobotomized and turned into a vegetable.
An unexpected finger was roughly forced between his lips not allowing Ten to take in his horrible new appearance, followed quickly by two more. Just the feeling of a couple fingers in his mouth shot a shock of pleasure into him. It was as if his mouth's nerves had been switched with those of his prostate. The probing digits in mouth made him feel an unexplainable pleasure, one that needed no genitals. All of a sudden the fingers stopped and pulled back out of his mouth, taking the rising pleasure with them. A single finger remained and played around with his lips carelessly as if it was a stress toy, teasing him with jolts of intense pleasure.
“You make a really nice doll, foreigner.” The man said in a deep rumble. He sounded so pleased with himself, what did he even mean by that anyways?
He still couldn’t move or talk or do anything to communicate with the man so it’s not like he could ask him what the fuck was wrong with him or why he looked like… this.
So he did the only thing he could, he rolled his eyes at him.
All it really did was make the man chuckle.
“A feisty one are you? Won’t be for long once I'm done with you.” The man declared with a slimy sounding confidence.
Ten didn’t have time to think about what that could mean before he was turned around, picked up, and stuffed face first onto a thick hard cock already pulled out and waiting.
The feeling was nothing like what he was used to when giving head. Not only because he had no control over his face, but because his mouth perfectly suctioned onto the dick like he was made for it. He couldn’t feel any of his teeth, if he even still had any, and his throat didn’t ache like it should have at the intrusion. Instead it felt amazing, the drag of the massive thick cock down his throat felt like having his prostate hit dead on over and over, milked for all its worth.
He lost himself to it as the man grabbed his head and shoved it up and down his thick rod like he was just a fleshlight.
Suddenly he was shocked out of his dick drunk daze by the feeling of fingers teasing at his unoccupied bottom hole. As they entered him his asshole was far more giving and soft than he had ever felt it, as well as far far more sensitive.
The fingers scissored open his hole with ease as his mouth continued to tightly snuggle around the thick cock sheathed in it. If he still had his cock he definitely would have cum from the dual pleasures from both of his holes.
Without warning cum shot down his throat and onto his face as the man pulled out from his mouth. He could feel it painting his face and dirtying his lips even further.
While he sat stunned, still recovering from the fucking his mouth had gotten, he was picked up and hauled out of bathroom. Next thing he knew he was thrown carelessly onto a bed in what seemed to be the man's bedroom.
Without a word the man took one final look at him and left.
Now alone with two empty holes he felt a new ache in him, not of fear, horror, or despair, but of deep painful desire.